On The Write Path

Fever

Only 100.3 but that's high for me.

Dry throat, difficulty breathing. No fun.

Ate a mix of meat, nopal, avocado, chicharron, cheese on a green tortilla. Good but I have no apetite.

Hostel is part of the problem. A DJ night means no quiet anywhere. I can even feel the distant pounding in my bed.

Met a traveler from Scotland, a woman from Serbia.

Would like to meet more people but I can't shout over the incessant beat.

Bought 3 postcards, lost them, bought 4 more.

Streets filled with people, but when one doesn't feel well...

Not enjoying myself.

Smell: incense
Sound: bass beat
Sight: indigenous costumes
Taste: warm fragrant cookie
Touch: headache